In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread, Till thou return unto the ground; for thou Out of the ground wast taken; know thy birth, For dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.
As in an organ from one blast of wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes.
Where all life dies death lives.
Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life.
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?
Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.
No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.
Praise from an enemy smells of craft.
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease.
Therefore, if at great things thou wouldst arrive, Get riches first, get wealth.
For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.
At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.
He who tempts, though in vain, at last asperses The tempted with dishonor foul, supposed Not incorruptible of faith, not proof Against temptation.
Courage never to submit of yield.
Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please and sate the curious taste?
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck’d.
Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.